My nimrod boyfriend has 10 computer monitors. For what? I don't know. Most are just collecting dust, not even hooked up.

(He also has six desktop CPUs and five laptops, of which, he uses four -- but that's a separate blog entry.)

On average, he sends me links to two monitors a day which he'd like to add to his assortment.

Yesterday, he added another monitor to his collection, and repeated his continued threat/dream of building "a wall of monitors."

There's a snake roaming around my nimrod boyfriend's house for the past five days.

The snake escaped when his roommate, Mike, was cleaning its cage. To catch the snake, Mike set up bottles with dead mice inside -- he says the snake will enter the bottle, eat the mouse, and then be too bloated to get back out of the bottle.

There's dead mice in bottles all over my nimrod boyfriend's house for the past four days.

I don't know what's worse the snake or the dead mice.

My nimrod boyfriend wants a cat. He said, "Does it come with a cage or do you have to buy it?" "You have to buy it, [nimrod]," I responded. His solution: "Okay - I'll give you a pillow case to bring it home in."

My nimrod boyfriend "accidentally" punched me in the face when we were sleeping. The next day he said to me, "You know your coughing woke me up in the middle of the night."

Yesterday, my nimrod boyfriend played me "Stuck in the Middle With You" by Stealers Wheel on YouTube, and said to me, "Is this the song you said you hate?" He wanted to know because he wanted to make a mix tape of songs I can't stand.